Stability
She is a vessel
The steamboat streaming;
in my river.
To her, I nestle- kneading flaws
A vessel
for all disesteeming
in my Combivir
To her, I look for stability
She is a vessel
for all things subconscious
She is an Id
To her, I am whole
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